Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Visage,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.